The film opens with a swarm of US
helicopters moving through the jungles of Vietnam. Then
as napalm begins to fall into the treeline below,
classical music fills the air. The unit's commander
proclaims "I love the smell of napalm in the
morning." The movie focuses on one American who
dissapeared into the jungles of Vietnam many years back.
It is believed that he is still alive and has achieved a
cult like following among the native people.

One man
is dispatched on a mission to locate him. Finally he is
found after much searching. Resorting to an almost
subhuman level of existance he lives for one thing, to
kill the North Vietnamese enemy. He is far from the point
of sanity, in that place that few soldiers ever in their
worst nightmares imagine being in. A killer, a savage, a
man that lives to control and conquer rather than to help
or liberate. He is a loose cannon in the jungle.

In the film's end he attempts to explain who he is and
why he has done the things he has. He is stabbed in the
end, killed by the soldier sent to bring him back or end
his madness. War is madness to many, and this film
showcases that theme. Embodied in one man is the heart of
madness and the essence of war. Only within men is the
world's true great "Apocolypse" found to exist.
In this movie that great Apocolypse was found in the
jungle, among the animals, and the savages, in the place
where fear dare not to approach and man hopes never to
come near